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simple. he was. ing day. 252 * THE SESSIONS is a mild drug. People who prefer it to the typical psychedelics tend not to do well when stressed, either by life or by taking more potent mind-bend- ing drugs. MDMA is what I like to call a "love and light" drug, one that accentuates the positive and minimizes the negative. If only life were so Ken wore baggy, tie-dyed thin cotton pants the next day and a wild psychedelic T-shirt. The nurses at the front desk commented on how cute His breath seemed to catch in his throat as the flush cleared whatever remained of the high dose of DMT from his IV line. Based upon Philip's and other volunteers’ reactions to high doses of DMT, this small choking sound almost always was a sign of a powerful effect. Ken's head rocked back and forth, and his feet, involuntarily it seemed, flopped up and down on the bed, as if to discharge the excessive tension he felt. He settled down at about the 5-minute point, but grimaced and shook his head. Within a couple more minutes he took off his eyeshades and stared straight ahead. His pupils remained large, so Laura and I sat qui- etly, waiting for him to come down further. At 14 minutes, looking shaken but keeping some composure, he started, There were two crocodiles. Onmy chest. Crushing me, raping me anally. I didn't know ifI would survive. Atfirst I thought I was dreaming, having a nightmare. Then I realized it was really happening. I was glad he didn't have the rectal probe in place, this being a screen- Tears formed in his eyes, but stayed there. "It sounds awful." It was awful. It's the most scared I've ever been in my life. Iwanted to ask to hold your hands, but I was pinned so firmly I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak. Jesus! His experience was over, so there was little advice we could give about letting go, or trying to get past his reptilian assailants. He had been stuck, and the most we could do was try and help him accept, and maybe even learn something from, his session. "What do you make of it?"